I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Maybe we're... reversing roles?" Ronin says, pallid and sweaty despite the roguish smile he gives his husband. "'Cause I think I might." Pass out, he means, the Knight ferried forward under Remi's guidance and straight into the chair he hooks out for him. Grimacing and clamping his hand more tightly over his middle, at least one good thing comes of the panic and rage that roar from his husband; it wakes Ronin the fuck up.
"Mateo," he clarifies of the he in question. "In Torchline, with Flora. Dahlia knew. She said if... if we didn't back off from interfering, then... she'll kill them, Remi. Over... and over. Until we can't bring them back to us." Tears sting the corners of his eyes, Ronin tipping his head back as if to try and persuade them not to fall, even as Sugar trills her worry and drops a few rolls of bandages onto the table.
"Mateo," he clarifies of the he in question. "In Torchline, with Flora. Dahlia knew. She said if... if we didn't back off from interfering, then... she'll kill them, Remi. Over... and over. Until we can't bring them back to us." Tears sting the corners of his eyes, Ronin tipping his head back as if to try and persuade them not to fall, even as Sugar trills her worry and drops a few rolls of bandages onto the table.
the white knight
